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[jackdriscoll]

When you're an up-and-coming young playwright with as much confidence in your skillz as Jack Driscoll, you know you're the bomb-diggity. That does not prevent you from seeing plays from other young, up-and-coming playwrights, and it is from one such performance that Mr. Driscoll enters the bar with a very lovely blonde on his arm

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[beautiful_ann]

Ann looks up and brightens. "Oh! Would you look at that." She grins up at him. "After-show drink?"

[jackdriscoll]

"Guess so." He grins back at her, and for all apperances it seems as if he's lost in her gaze. Shmoopy sap. "What would you like?"

[beautiful_ann]

"Hmm. Recommend something."

Ann doesn't drink much; she needs some guidance.

Also, she's perfectly happy to just be looking at Jack and not worrying about drinks.

[jackdriscoll]

"Do you really want me to answer that question?"

Pinot Noir, homie, what?

[igottawrite]

Matt knows that look! Right down to the beautiful blonde. (Well, the blonde is sort of in limbo at the moment. Or at least, the blonde he cares most about.) By the magic of handwaving, he's still around, and still dressed like a racquetball-playing sweaty man. This other guy, though (and there's something about the girl) -- there's something that's just on the tip of his tongue.

Which is why Matt doesn't feel particularly shy about approaching from the side, squinting as though he's trying remember something. "Excuse me, sorry, hi. You both look very familiar. Have we met, by any chance?"

[jackdriscoll]

[ ooc: XD! can we do matt-jack-ann order? ]

Jack gives the man a look-over, and comes to the conclusion that "...no, I don't think we have."

[beautiful_ann]

"Sorry, Mister . . .?"

[igottawrite]

He tilts his head. "You sure? I'm Matt Albie, I work in L.A. on Studio 60."

The thing is, he's kind of got the guy pegged as a New Yorker, but hey, he's done that too. Besides, those outfits they're sporting are seriously retro, and wouldn't look out of place at the parties he's attended in his time.

[simple_secret]

Scamper scamper scuttle skiiiid crouch stalk POUNCE!!!

[jackdriscoll]

OH NOEZ

Jack has been attacked by a cute fox!

Save him, Ann! (Only ignore the look of complete and utter glee as he catches the fox in his arms.)

[beautiful_ann]

Ann jumps, and then beams.

"Well, hello, who's this?"

[simple_secret]

The fox is too busy licking Jack's face and wriggling happily to answer.

[song_tra_bong]

"Jack! Ann!"

Mary Anne skids to a stop in front of the happy couple.

"How have you two been?"

[jackdriscoll]

There are not words to describe Jack's glee at seeing Mary Anne. Except there are; the mun is just too lazy to write them.

"Mary Anne! Long time, no see! We're doing great...you look different." It's funny how he goes from :D to /:] in two seconds.

[beautiful_ann]

"Hi, Mary Anne." Ann grins at her. "How're you?"

[song_tra_bong]

"I'm doing good," she says.

"I...remember that job offer I mentioned to you a while ago, Jack? The really long term one? Well, I took it. And I got married, so I figure that's most of the different right there."

[cat_wth_panache]

A long time indeed Mr. Driscoll and a certain cat has been watching and waiting. When Jack enters the bar a pair of eyes follow him from the rafters. And when the man walks through a clear lane below the cat leaps!

Puss in Boots right infront of Jack, one paw held up in a stopping signal and the other hovering over the hilt of his sword. "Ha-ha!"

[beautiful_ann]

Ann blinks.

A couple times.

And glances at Jack, and then back at the cat. "Can we, um, help you?"

[jackdriscoll]

Jack facepalms.

He figures if he doesn't move, the cat will go away.

[cat_wth_panache]

"You sir! Where is the lady who was with you when I saw you last?" Puss asks, pointing at Jack. Clearly, he is not going away.